The Hotel Manageress
By Jimp
Jim is seduced by a fit older woman who then gives him a real beating


(c) JIM P 2012

You know how it happens. You end up in a hotel in the middle of some place you
don't know, miles away from the nearest town. Not knowing anybody, you feel
like a wally sitting alone at a table in the hotel restaurant while everyone
around you dines in company. What do you mean that's just me? How rude! The
restaurant reeked old fashioned upper class extravagance and so it should
because this hotel was once a former stately home in the old Windsor area and
now a Grade 1 listed building. Suddenly in walked this stunningly dressed
woman and all male eyes turned towards her. But wait, I am getting ahead of
myself.

Set within the large grounds of a former estate, the house was large, possibly
Georgian (but I'm no expert) and flamboyant. My room was on the first floor in
the east wing. I've stayed in many hotels belonging to well known chains where
the rooms are modern and functional and look virtually the same wherever you
were. This room however was spacious with original antique fittings and a
feeling of old fashioned comfort. It should, it was burning a big enough hole
in my wallet.

I was just settling in, relaxing on the soft quilt covered bed to recover from
the nightmare of the road to hell (the M25) when my peace was rudely
interrupted. BAM! BAM! THUMP! THUD! Loud banging noises were coming from the
room next door. I'd hoped it would stop but it carried on. With a sigh of
resignation, I got up and opened the door of my room. I had just stepped into
the corridor, when the door to the next room opened and a woman stepped out.
She was dressed in a smart black jacket, white blouse with blue cravat, a
smart black skirt, sheer black nylons and shiny black heeled shoes. A small
silver badge on her lapel marked her out as an employee of the hotel. She was
shorter than me by at least 5 inches which would make her around 5 feet 4 and
her body was very slim. For a moment she seemed startled to see me and closed
the door rather quickly then turned to face me. The immediate impression was
of a strangely attractive mature woman with a thin stern face and a sexy pout.

The pout widened into a forced smile which emphasised a wide mouth, strikingly
high cheek bones with a sharp lower edge and a hard chin. "Is everything to
your satisfaction Mister Priest?" she asked in a gloriously resonant voice
like cut glass which spoke of a privileged education. I was impressed that she
had taken the time to learn my name. These are the little touches that mark
out good customer service. Her cool glacial demeanour with a touch of
sultriness took the edge from my annoyance. "Yes fine" I replied without even
thinking. "Oh, except there was a lot of banging coming from the next room" I
nodded towards the door that she had just came out of. For a moment she didn't
reply but stared at me through small elegantly slender eyes with tantalising
green irises. Thick mascara and a touch of eyeliner made her eyes smoulder
beneath slim arched eyebrows. These looked out atop a long slender slightly
beaklike nose with sharply flared nostrils. Fine lines and wrinkles suggested
that she was older than first appeared. However her thick long mane of brown
hair showed no signs of grey as it tumbled from a parting high above a
generous forehead down behind her ears and below her shoulders. Her skin had a
natural tan that suggested holidays in exotic sunny locations. Overall she was
an attractive yet hard looking woman with a cold sensual appeal.

Finally she spoke, her voice deep and vibrant. "It was just the air
conditioning. I've fixed it now. I'm sorry if I disturbed you, Mister Priest".
"No, not at all" I replied trying to read her name badge which was on the left
breast pocket of her jacket without making it look like I was staring at her
breasts, but it was obscured by the position of her sleeve. She smiled with a
strange tightness then turned on her heels and wandered off, leaving me
admiring a very shapely pair of slender yet nicely toned calves beneath the
sheen of sheer black nylons.

I spent several hours trying to speak with various members of the hotel staff
but no-one was prepared to help with my investigation. They would look around
nervously as if they were frightened that someone would walk around the
corner. I couldn't be bothered to drive around and find somewhere reasonably
priced to eat, so that evening I ended up in the hotel restaurant. Fortunately
the prices were fairly reasonable.

So I was sitting on my own at a table in the corner of the dimly lit
restaurant waiting for my order to arrive when in walked the woman I saw
earlier. The eye of every heterosexual man present immediately swung towards
her. When I had met her in the corridor, she was a smartly dressed business
woman but now she was a vampish sexual predator that stirred the groin. A
shiny black leather skirt clung tightly to the contours of her upper legs as
she walked with a sinuous slink towards the bar. Although not particularly
tall, her slenderness made her slim legs look very long. The skirt fell to
just above the knees revealing long shapely calves sensually clad in sheer
black nylon. The way her slim hips swayed as she moved was breathtaking as the
black silky blouse that she wore with a plunging neckline. At first glance I
noticed that the sleeves were sheer giving a black sheen to the slim firm
looking arms beneath but as my eyes wandered to her moving chest I realised
that the whole blouse was the same apart from the lapels and the edges down
the front where the buttons were. Not only could make out her breasts beneath
the sheen but it was also perfectly clear that she wasn't wearing a bra.

Aware that I was staring, I tried to look away. Out of the corner of my eye I
caught her sitting herself upon a high stool at the bar and cross her legs.
The hem of her leather skirt slid up along a seriously long slender thigh.
Draped over the knee was a long shin with a slightly flared calve. My eyes
kept returning to the lanky display of sheer black nylon no matter how times I
tried to force myself to look away. The barman gave her a drink and she sat
there sipping it looking incredibly sultry with a knowing smile that every man
was trying their hardest not to look at her and failing. Earlier the makeup
that she wore had been light and professional but now was more pronounced
making her hard features even more smouldering.

If it hadn't been for the fine lines that I had noticed earlier and liver
spots on her hands, I would have mistaken her for about 40. However she much
older yet she was sex personified, unbelievably slinky and with a stern
smouldering sexuality that seemed predatory. She seemed like one of those
cougars I've heard about on TV. Dressed like that, she could pull any young
man as her toy boy if she wanted. I couldn't stop stealing glances at her and
then our eyes made contact. Embarrassed at being caught in the act, I tried to
look away but she slid from her stool and slinked towards me. "May I join you,
Mister Priest?" she asked in a deep resonant voice that stirred my loins. I
nodded my head, stunned that this seriously seductive mature woman wanted
anything to do with me.

As she sat in the chair adjacent to me, I didn't know where to put my eyes.
The black blouse concealed nothing; her breasts were full and rounded; quite
large in comparison with her slim body and I could clearly see her nipples
which were erect. "Please call me Jim" I finally managed to make something
coherent come out of my mouth. "Not while you are a guest in my hotel but you
can call me Kate" her wide smile made me uneasy. "Kate Eisenberg?" I asked
mentally smacking myself for not suspecting. Through Aberdeen Agnus [JIMP#50],
I had learnt that this was one of two women who were looking for me.

The smile got wider, like a predator that has found its prey. "Of course,
Mister Priest, I've been looking for you for some time now but I never
expected you to just walk into my hotel" like everything else about her; her
voice was mature, deep and sensual. Every word was like pouring honey and I
found myself entranced. However it was no coincidence. Passing the contact
number that Agnus had been given to Gerald, a former IT colleague; he traced
it to Miss. Eisenburg. Further digging on my part tracked her down as the
Manager of this hotel. "And why were you looking for me?" I asked, breaking
myself out of the spell realising that she had stopped talking. "Not here,
Mister Priest. Later when we can have some privacy" she purred then took a sip
from her drink.

Kate snapped her fingers without taking her sultry eyes off me and a waiter
immediately appeared to take her order. As we waited for our food to appear, I
began to realise why she had sat adjacent rather than opposite. Swish swish,
the sound of nylon rasping upon nylon caused me to look down. Gulp! The
underside of her leather skirt on the side closest to me had risen right up
giving me a blast of stocking top and bare upper leg. For a mature woman, her
legs were free from any unsightly blemishes or cellulite. Her smile got wider
like the cat that had got the cream. "I've got pretty good legs for a woman of
73" she told me to my astonishment. Although the lines on her face suggested
it, what I could see of her body would have looked amazing on a woman a third
her age. I told her so and she seemed pleased. "I've kept my body in very good
shape, Mister Priest and I'm proud of it" she told me.

She paused while the waiter delivered our meal then resumed when he had gone.
"All of my young lovers are very complimentary, although none can keep up with
me in the bedroom" she added with a saucy wink. I tried not to think of trying
to keep up with her in bedroom but it was no use. Despite her face showing her
age, her slim body was devastatingly appealing clad in that sheer blouse and
leather skirt. Rounded firm breasts pushed out her figure at the chest like
small hills before sloping to a very narrow waist. Hills with big erect
nipples covered in a black gauze that called to my groin. "I assure you they
are real" she said noticing my gaze. "As is everything else about me" she
added. "I've no need for cosmetic surgery". She continued to talk about
herself and her good looks while we ate. It seemed to be her favourite subject
and she had good reason, her body looked amazing and from a distance her age
was less noticeable. "Men are always surprised that I'm in such good shape.
I'm 73 and still a perfect size 8". I don't know much about women's clothes
but that sounded smaller than my teenage daughter Jackie. "Most women my age
are grandmothers. I'm lucky to have supple skin, no stretch marks, a flat
stomach and big firm boobs" she told me. "I work at keeping it that way".

Swish swish the sound drew my attention again. She had stretched out a long
stocking clad leg and draped the lanky shapely calve over my knee. Oh boy,
this mature sexpot was coming onto me! Although close-up one could see the
fine lines and wrinkles on her face, she was unbelievably slinky and
seductive. Her voice became low and breathy, dripping sheer sexual magnetism.
"I have a suite here at the hotel. Why don't we finish our meal then go back
for afters" the way she said that with a saucy twitch of the corners of her
mouth and a subtle flick of the tongue had my dick rigid. Kate lent closer,
her heady perfume filling my nostrils, every wrinkle and line glaringly
obvious. Her big unfettered breasts dangled provocatively in the V of her
sheer blouse. "You can look, Mister Priest" she whispered with a lusty smile.
"They just seem to keep getting bigger as get older" she added with a breathy
chuckle. Despite her age, this slender woman was a devastating seduction
agent. My dick got a lot harder. She sat back and we finished our meal filling
our conversation with meaningless chit-chat but all the while, her smouldering
gaze and wide smile kept me entranced. I was hooked and couldn't tear myself
away.

Our meal completed, Kate led me back to her suite at the rear of the hotel.
Maybe she had naughty designs of me but I also intended to find out why The
Sisterhood sent her to look for me when some of the public organisations which
they controlled had been helping me. The suite was large, consisting of a main
central living space with smaller rooms off to the sides. Arranged on an
antique display cabinet were various ancient Indian artefacts that caught my
curiosity. "I was born and raised in India" she told me walking with me to the
cabinet. "My father originally worked in the German embassy then defected to
the British during the War" she told me, trailing a finger along one of the
shelves with a red painted fingernail. Picking up a black ebony figurine of a
goddess with two legs and 18 arms, she held it with reverence. "Kali" she told
me. "The Hindu goddess associated with empowerment and death. The consort of
Shiva" she told me. "It looks a bit like Anahita" I remarked. She smiled "Then
that just shows your ignorance". Carefully replacing the object she explained
"Kali is the time manifestation of other Hindu goddesses like Durga who you
call Anahita, Bhadrakali, Sati, Rudrani, Parvati and Chamunda. She is the
foremost among the Dasa Mahavidyas, the ten fierce Tantric goddesses". I
didn't understand any of it. Her green eyes seemed to be trying to burn into
my sole as her wide full lipped mouth moved. "So you see Mister Priest. Women
were the superior fighting sex even in those days".

The hard looking yet seductive woman raised a foot upon a chair seat. "It's
alright Mister Priest, you can look" she said with a teasing smile as I tried
not to stare at the thick black stocking top and bare flesh at the top of her
slender thigh of her raised leg. She removed a shoe then repeated the exercise
with her other leg. It was all done slowly and deliberately provocative. The
sexy leg show with all that lingerie on show really got my pecker up. She
slinked up to me, standing close and ran her finger up the front of my chest.
"The Sisterhood are very annoyed about you sticking your nose into their
business" she purred, her voice deep and sensual as she looked up into my
eyes. "Yet some of them help me. So what do you really want?" I asked. BAM!
Suddenly I had been slammed up against the wall. The next thing I knew was the
mature woman pressing her buxom front against me as she slid a knee between my
legs and began to rub it back and forth. Swish swish, sheer nylon rasped
against the crotch of my trousers. Oh God this woman really knew how to get a
man going. "It's you I want Mister Priest" she purred then kissed me fully on
the lips, her tongue slipping into my mouth. The sultry seductive old woman
had me absolutely rock hard with desire and I closed my arms around her
slender body and pulled her close while we kissed passionately.

"Hai!" my body jerked suddenly as the side of her hand chopped my neck. My
nerve ends tingled like I'd just received an electric shock. "Argh!" A quick
twist of my arm had me bending towards the floor as she pressed down on my
elbow while bending my hand back at the wrist. "My my Mister Priest you're as
horny as they say you are" her resonant voice sounded amused. She released me
then stood watching me with a bemused expression, her eyebrows arcing high
above her green eyed stare. "You should know better by now not to
underestimate the power of a woman" she told me.

"My father also underestimated that and suffered the consequences" she said.
"Who are you? What do you want?" I asked, beginning to realise the pickle I
was in. "Hai!" her fist moved so fast that I didn't see the punch until her
fist was withdrawn to her side. "Orrrgh!" I groaned at the tightness in my
chest where the blow landed. "Don't interrupt Mister Priest. You should
listen. You might learn something" Kate scolded then resumed her tale. "My
father gained an interest in esoteric Indian culture and the true nature of
the various Gods and Goddesses that pervade Indian culture" she said
conversationally slinkily stepping towards me. I raised my hands to protect
myself but she was too fast. "Hai!" "Orghh!" a blur slicing between my
defences and I was groaning from another sharp punch to my chest. For such a
slender almost frail looking woman, she had a devastatingly fast punch.

"The Sisterhood of the one true Goddess recruited me to spy on father. Sadly I
had to kill him when he got too close to the truth" her cold harsh words were
chilling. "Hai! Hai!" a blindingly fast double punch to each side of my chest
left me groaning in pain. "Mother never forgave me" she added with a tinge of
sadness. "We all have to make sacrifices and she made a good one". Her words
had barely begun to sink in when her hands were a blur of action. "Hai!" Chop
to my neck that sent my senses into a spin. "Hai!" slicing chop across the
neck made everything go grey. "Hai Yah!" KERBLAM her long nylon clad leg shot
vertically in a blur of sheen and blasted my face so hard that I didn't
remember falling to the floor. "Hai!" the shout made me instinctively roll to
one side. BAM her foot stomped down where my head had barely a split second
before. "Why Mister Priest, you're as feeble as they say" her sonorous voice
said as I hurriedly got to my feet, trying to clear my dazed head. "Hai!" BLAM
Orrrpph! I crumpled as out of nowhere a small fist ploughed deep into my gut
like an express train.

"Really Mister Priest is that all you've got" Kate sneered in contempt, the
sharp edges of her cheeks giving her a hard ruthless look. She was
systematically knocking the wind out of me and I knew that I must do something
before I was completely immobilised by it. As she stepped forward to attack
once more, I punched back but her forearms flew up crossing over and trapping
my fist. With a smug self-satisfied smile, she twisted my arm out to one side
and the hard cheeked pouting woman raised her knee level with her tiny waist.
"Hai!" BLAM! My head was snapped back by a foot I barely saw blasting my chin
with surprising force.

The glaze cleared from my vision and I saw Kate standing before me looking
sultry with one leg slightly bent. I couldn't help running my eyes along those
long slender legs which looked so magnificent in stockings. "Yes, take a good
look at my legs, Mister Priest. They will be your under doing as they have
other more capable men" she said with her sonorous silky voice. "Kai Yah!"
BLAM she sidestepped and blasted a thunderbolt kick high into my face that
nearly knocked me out cold. I found myself on the floor with my head spinning
and blood on my face.

Fighting to remain conscious, I heard her speaking. "Helen? Wonderful darling
and you?" I managed to raise my bleary eyes for a few moments to see that she
was talking on a mobile phone. My head felt so heavy and my brain spinning so
badly that I could barely keep it raised. "Mister Priest is enjoying the
pleasure of my company" as she spoke her fingers undid the buttons of her
sheer blouse. There was a pause as she listened to the person on the other end
of the call. "Of course dear, you can have what's left of him" She chuckled as
she undid the final button and allowed the blouse to fall open. I was stunned
by how taut and well developed her abdominal muscles were on her slim stomach.
It was certain a sexy sight as they rose then fell as she breathed. She seemed
distracted listening to the other person so I quietly forced myself to my feet
and approached cautiously from behind just as she closed the call "Ciao
darling".

Hating myself for doing it, I grabbed her by the hair and yanked it hard
eliciting a yelp of pain. "Who was that?" I asked harshly. She threw a fist
backwards over her shoulder but I managed to raise an arm and stop it. "Answer
me" I hissed pulling her hair tight. She was a real live wire; in the very
small space between us, she lifted her leg bent at the knee and sent it arcing
back behind her. BAM! "Orr!" her foot got me right on my stomach. Not
particularly hard but enough for her to break from my grip. I reached out to
retake her but she spun quickly out of my grasp, her knee rising as she did.
"Hai!" BLAM! "Boorrph!" I groaned as her foot slammed hard against my gut. The
kick was strong, driving me away from her as she stretched out her long leg. I
was sent stumbling into the sofa dropping my backside into the seat cushions.

"Never you mind who I was speaking to, Mister Priest. You will find out soon
enough" her face was a sneer of contempt. "You have more pressing things to
worry about, Such as me". Her face was hard and stern, the smouldering
sensuality turned steely cold and dangerous. She came towards me. A
smoulderingly seductive cougar wearing a leather skirt and her blouse open
wide showing that beautifully developed six pack on her slender stomach and
large rounded bare breasts. Still gasping from that gut kick, I forced myself
to my feet. As she raised her fists, I stood on the soft springy sofa cushions
trying to ignore her swaying breasts and preparing to block her punch. "Hai!"
BAM! A flick of leather skirt and a blur of sheer nylon shot towards my groin.
"Orrr!" I groaned as her foot kicked me right in the balls. "I'm sorry. You
weren't expecting to use them were you Mister Priest?" the bitch asked as I
cradled my aching nuts.

Slumped over my throbbing balls, I could only watch helplessly as the hard
faced old bitch lent away from me and raised a bent leg to the side. Her open
blouse fell back proudly displaying the moving orbs of her perfect breasts and
the taut grid work of her abs. The leather skirt rose giving me a brief view
of the length of her stocking clad legs to skimpy black panties at her crotch.
"Hai!" her leg snapped straight, a blur of nylon rocketing towards me. BLAM!
Her foot clubbed me around the head sending me sprawling across the sofa with
such force that I fell over the arm and tumbled to the floor behind. This
cougar could kick.

I was pissed for myself for getting seduced by this woman and then getting my
arse kicked. I crawled as fast as I could behind the sofa. "Oh don't hide,
Mister Priest" her resonant voice said as she looked over the arm of the sofa
and saw me gone. "Come out and take a beating like a real man" she said
scornfully. I sprang up from behind the back of the sofa and caught her off
guard. She tried to pull herself back from looking over the side but she
wasn't quick enough. I caught her arm and tried to pull her down onto the seat
where I could try to subdue her. The old cougar wriggled and struggled but I
held on. She managed to get her feet on the floor. "Hai!" She kicked back
while I tried to pull her back down. BLAM! Her aim was off and cushion
stuffing went everywhere as her foot struck the back of the sofa.

I tried to cling onto her, pulling at her arm but only managing to pull her
sleeve down her arm. The sight of her firm naked torso distracted me. "Hai!"
the topless old cougar lithely swung her body forwards while folding her leg
and slamming it backwards avoiding hitting the sofa in an act of astonishing
flexibility. BLAM! My head snapped back as her foot hammered my face. Ouch!
Despite her slender body, this old witch could kick like a mule. With the
shock of the kick I had let go of her arm.

"You will suffer for that Mister Priest" the stern faced woman said. "Hai!"
Her fist blazed out like a cannonball and I surprised myself by managing to
block it by quickly raising my arm. "Yah!" BLAM in the blink of an eye, her
leather skirt shot up and the top of her foot blasted my jaw. My head whipped
up scrambling my senses and I staggered numbly trying not to fall. Fooled by
her feint, the deadly old cougar moved in for the kill. Spinning like a top, a
long leg blasted out like a thunderbolt. "Hai!" BLAM! Her foot hammered my
chest like a jackhammer. So powerful was her kick that both of my feet flew
from the floor. In less than a second, her leg straightened lifting my body
high above the carpet and sent me hurtling across the room. WHAM! My body hit
the carpet hard and I lay on my back stunned by the power of the kick of the
slender mature seductress.

A foot pressed on my cheek and I looked up in a daze to see Kate looking down
at me. She wagged a finger at me causing her bare breasts to jiggle. "That's
where plebs like you belong, Mister Priest" she scolded. Placing her hands on
her hips and thrusting her breasts proudly, she rubbed her foot in my face.
Then she stood back and proceeded to remove her blouse and throw it onto the
sofa. It was hard to believe that I was looking at the body of a 73 year old.
Slim, fit and toned looking, only her taut washboard stomach was overtly
muscular. Her slender arms also had a hint of definition around her shoulder
caps and some sinew around her biceps with a feint blue line running across
each. Her forearms also showed a hint of sinew.

Her slender green eyes watched me like a hawk with her wide smile resembling a
smirk at my inept fighting ability. Hands lowered to her waist and to my
surprise, her leather skirt slid down her legs and she stepped out of it. Wow!
They are absolutely stunning. Long, slender and flawless rendered so erotic in
sheer black nylon stockings and suspenders. "I'm glad you like them Mister
Priest" she says with a self-satisfied smirk. "Not bad for my age" she added.
Not bad for any age I thought. "What do you want?" I ask her tearing my gaze
away from her hot legs to that sultry face. "Why nothing Mister Priest, except
to play with you until I get tired of you" she replied. I sat up to watch in
fascination as she raised each knee in turn to pull off her stockings and
suspender belt. As she did so, her lean arms swelled slightly at the biceps.

With a smouldering hard-faced look of superiority, her hands moved slowly down
her stomach. "You've great abs" I admitted in appreciation. Her predatory
smile just got slightly wider. Her smouldering sultry gaze bore into me, her
eyebrows arched in bemusement. By now I was on my knees watching in amazement
with a stiffening rod lifting the front of my trousers like a tentpole.
"Typical male reaction to the perfect female form" she said with arrogance.
But boy, did she have every reason to be arrogant about her body. Her panties
slid to the floor and unabashed, Kate stood before me completely naked; her
slender body sculpted like a statue. She laughed at my discomfort "I'm not
ashamed of my body, are you?"

Her arched eyebrows rose over her sleek sultry green eyes, her sharp edged
cheeks raised by a smile of amusement. "You desire this body don't you Mister
Priest?" her voice was low and sensual. "But it is too much for a wimp like
you to handle" she sneered. The insult burned. God, that body made me hard and
I cursed myself for being taken so easily by her. She placed her hands on her
hips thrusting her breasts forwards as if mocking my weakness. Her body
tantalised me and drove me to distraction but I couldn't allow it to. This
sexy cougar was wild and dangerous. I had to do something to turn the
situation to my advantage.

My decision made, I sprang from the floor and managed to get my arms around
her neck. BLAM! Her palm whipped out and smashed me on the cheek. Despite the
burning of my cheek, I held on trying to get the wriggling slim naked woman
into a headlock. BLAM! The side of her hand slashed across my neck. Ouch! That
stunned me for a moment and made me slightly dizzy. BLAM her palm slammed
underneath my jaw and pressed back my chin hard causing me to lose balance and
fall back to the carpet. "Yes, grovel at my feet, Mister Priest". I looked up
to see Kate standing with her open hands poised in a fight stance. Despite my
predicament, the pose was exciting making her seem deadly.

Without warning, she fell to the floor, her legs spreading apart to land in a
perfect front splits in front of me. Orrrr there's something about a girl or
woman doing the splits that really gets to a man's groin especially if they
are wearing a skirt. However this woman was totally in the nude. She had me
absolutely rigid with her hot fit body and display of flexibility. "You are
much younger than me. Can you do this Mister Priest? I think not" she said
dismissively.

Without taking her slender green eyes off me and her thick lipped mouth
pouting sensual promise, Kate placed her hands on either side and pressed her
body from the floor with her legs held perfectly straight in front of her.
Slender toned arms became knotted with smooth flowing muscle barely beneath
the skin as they lifted her weight up. Her abdominals became a taut paved wall
of muscle as she raised her legs into a wide V shape shamelessly exposing her
pussy and the corded muscle on the inside of her upper thighs. Orrrrr I'd seen
Jackie do this many times in gymnastic competitions and often had to look away
or blank out my mind to avoid the uncomfortable effect it had on me. But this
wasn't my teenage daughter; this was a naked 73 year old woman with a really
fit body. "You see how fit I am, Mister Priest. Do you really think you can
keep up with me?" her sonorous voice purred showing no sign of exertion of
maintaining that raised position.

Still raised on her hands, the nude mature sexpot lowered her legs bending her
knees until her feet touched the carpet. A flick of tension in her lean toned
arms and she sprang up to stand on her feet in one seamless move. Deciding
that being on the floor wasn't a safe place to be, I cautiously got to my
feet. Kate's stomach writhed slowly as she breathed, toned slabs of shallow
etched muscle rising and falling in a sinuous sexy display. Being confronted
by a fit toned woman who is in the nude was driving my lust into overdrive and
I struggled to retain control. "Why did you lure me here? I asked. A look of
amusement was upon her hard looking yet sultry face. "Why, to make you my
prisoner, Mister Priest" she chuckled.

Her answer wasn't what I was hoping for but I didn't get a chance to ask
anymore. "Hai! Hai!" BAM BAM that strong naked body rushed quickly towards me,
her arms pumping fast as she drove a fist into each side of my body. BAM! Her
fist jerked up under my jaw whipping my head back. BAM! a glimpse of bare
breast and nipple before her fist snapped into my gut. BAM! A glimpse of hard
taut abs before her fist smashed my jaw. She was so fast I had no time to
react. "Hai! Hai!" a fist blazed from her bare side hard into my gut followed
by a rapid crushing punch to the jaw. She was a naked whirlwind of
devastation. A glimpse of dark pussy as her knee snapped to her chest. "Hai!"
BLAM! A blur as a foot rocketed so hard into my gut that my feet left the
floor, glimpsing her swaying breasts as I flew backwards.

I landed badly and stumbled to the floor. She was immediately crouching over
me, her pussy rubbing against the bulge in my trousers. Her nudity taunted me
of my weakness, her nipples erect and very large as her breasts dangled close
to my face. "No more" I gasped. "Yes more" she said. The wrinkled lined face
came close, her tongue flashed out in a long lick up the side of my face that
almost made me shoot my load.

Slim lean arms grabbed the front of my shirt. Shallow biceps thickened as the
naked cougar hauled me to my feet. She pulled her left arm back and I raised
my arm to block the blow. BAM! BAM! Her right fist snapped into my side
followed by the left into my gut. Gasping in pain, I tried again to block her
blows but she was too fast. "Hai! Hai!" striking like a snake she chopped my
raised arm away with one hand then her other chopped me across the top of my
chest. "Hai! Hai!" the biceps in her slender arms swelled briefly as rapid
fire punches blasted my chest and gut. Her nudity was a constant reminder of
her femininity as she beat me helpless. "Hai! Hai!" her big breasts wobbled as
she chopped me on either side of the neck. My mind whirled in a daze. The
naked old sexpot was toying with me, enjoying demonstrating her superior
fighting skills and exerting her dominance.

Next second, her face came close then her lips were pressed against mine, her
tongue hungrily forcing its way inside my mouth. Oh she really stoked my fire
and I wanted her but she broke off the kiss. Before I could see a word, her
knee flashed up. "Hai! Yah!" KERBLAM! All I remembered were bare boobs
bouncing, hard six pack abs, a flash of pussy then pain as her foot struck my
face like a lightning bolt. The next thing I knew, I was on the floor with my
head reeling and my face aching trying to remember how I got there.

I lay in a daze. "Come on Mister Priest, make me work up a sweat" I looked up
at the magnificent naked body, so slender, taut, firm and lightly muscled. It
was getting me hard just by looking at it despite the beating she was dealing
out. "Please I don't want to fight you" I groaned. "Then you shouldn't have
stuck your nose in where it wasn't wanted" her hard-edged face smouldered as
she spoke. "Now you have to pay the consequence".

To my surprise she leapt astride my chest. "You are too inept to fight" she
pouted in contempt. "Let's see if you're good enough for anything else" with
that she began to unzip my trousers. I tried to stop her but she grabbed my
hands, pulling them apart while rearing up her nude torso. Long low biceps
swelled as she pressed my hands towards the floor. My arms trembled as I tried
to resist but she was stronger than I expected. Her big breasts wobbled
excitingly as they hung between us. The fact that I was in a test of strength
with a completely naked woman with a very fit body didn't escape me and my
dick had now regained fully rigidity. "Rarrrr!" she roared unexpectedly and to
my shock the back of my hands slammed against the carpet.

Two bare beautiful big rounded breasts lowered themselves over my face. Out of
the corner of my eye, I could see her slender biceps swelling as they kept my
hands pinned. The bicep veins were now quite prominent. "Mmmmm!" I protested
as her breasts swallowed my face tight and she pressed her body down. "Mmmm
mmmm!" she rubbed those big boobs all over my face then at last they lifted
and I gulped in fresh air. They were replaced by her face "Don't get in the
way of a woman and her pleasures, Mister Priest" she warned. Although lined
with age, she still was a very sultry seductive woman and when she licked her
tongue up the side of my face, I was in no mood to deny her anything.

She quickly removed my shoes, trousers and pants while I watched the cougar's
perfectly formed breasts. To my surprise she placed her hands upon my chest.
"Mnnn!" I groaned as the weight of her body was focussed through her hands
onto my chest as she raised herself up and stretched out her legs. She was
performing a raised split on top of my body and in the nude. Her incredible
flexibility and fitness, not to mention nudity has me absolutely throbbing.
"Orrrrrr!" I moaned with pleasure as she slowly lowered her pussy onto my
stiff rod as her legs stretched apart with the feet making contact with the
floor. "Orrr!" I moaned as she began to raise herself up and down, pumping me
in a steadily controlled rhythm. "Ahhh! This is real female dominance Mister
Priest" she sighed. "I take you because I want to" she told me as she slowly
slid up and down. "I take you because I can" she continued as she skilfully
rode my dick. "I take you because I am a dominant woman" she said. "Orrr!" I
moaned. The sensations were incredible, I really didn't think I could last out
much longer with this incredible body humping me. "I take you for my pleasure"
she said. Her sultry slender green eyes under arched eyebrows watched me like
a cat as she rode me relentless. "Please faster" I begged, desperate for
release. "I take you because I am a dominant bitch" her wide thick lipped
mouth pouted seductively pushing up her sharp high cheek bones. "Ohhhh yes!
You have your uses after all" she moaned in pleasure. She began to increase
the rhythm, driving me wild with every stroke. "Orrrr!" I moaned. BAM BAM BAM
she bounced up and down on my impaled dick with her legs spread wide. "Ohhhh!"
she moaned in increasing frenzy as she increased the pace even more. It was
too much. "Unnnn nnnn nn nnnnar!" I moaned helplessly as I cum hard inside
her, her own moans of pleasure not far behind.

The long legged mature sexpot dismounted and lay down. "Hopefully you will
last much longer the next time" she tells with no sign of affection. That
reminded me that she lured me here and although I would like to lie down to
recover from my exertions, I force myself to take to opportunity while she is
resting. Trying to ignore the sensational well toned slender body beneath; I
manage to lay astride her, pushing her taut strong looking arms to the floor
with suspicious ease. I'm sorry but I can't help but run my hands along her
firm hips following the contours of her fit shapely figure, her narrow waist
and well developed bust. She smiles with amusement. "Oh do make your mind,
Mister Priest. Are you going to worship me or interrogate me?".

The sultry faced woman raised an arm bent at the elbow with the hand in a
knife shape. Worried that she was going to chop me I grabbed her wrist and
struggled, failing to press her hand back to the floor. Even as I struggled, I
watched the swelling cords of her small bicep as she opposed me. Her other
hand lifted and I found myself lying on top of this finely muscled naked woman
trying in vain to press down her arms. She may be petite and whip thin but her
body was lean and strong. Failing to pin a naked old woman is one thing, but
to make matters worse she smiled at me in amusement, pushing up her high cheek
bones. Her smouldering eyes stared at me as she told me. "I used to be a
dancer in my youth, Mister Priest. My legs are quite strong".

That was all the warning I got. Before I could think about escape, her long
slim legs wrapped around my waist then squeezed tight. "Orrrrr!" I groaned as
a boa constrictor crushed in from both sides. "Arghhh!" I released her hands
in a vain attempt to prise off her legs. "Orrrggh!" her slim legs have
expanded like steel balloons. The outline of her quads was visible as they
crush like steel cables into my sides. "Orrr!" I press down on her ridged
stomach then start beating down harder to no effect. Her abs are rock solid.
Kate grabbed my hands and pulled them apart, forcing my face close to hers.
Her predatorily sensual face brushes against my cheek and I feel her warm
breath upon my ear. "You should know by now the power of a woman's legs,
Mister Priest" she whispered sending shivers down my spine. "Nothing left for
you to do but suffer". Once more she ran her warm wet tongue up the side of my
face before laying back to watch me squirm in her tight legs with a wide smile
of amusement. "Orrr!" I groan. I try to roll quickly to the side hoping to
shake her off but her slim steely legs hold tight as a vice. "Ohhhh!" I
groaned in agony as I somehow found the energy to force myself to my knees
with her legs still clamped tight around my waist. Digging deep within myself
I forced myself to stand up and immediately fell over. "Ouch!" she yelped as I
fell on top of her. Luckily for me, that broke her grip.

I knew that I was outmatched and needed to make a retreat but Kate blocked my
way. "You're not going anywhere Mister Priest. Certainly not into my hotel
with no pants or trousers" her face was cold and hard. As a quick as a cobra,
she spun around smashing her elbow into my jaw. BLAM! My hand never got to my
jaw to feel it. BLAM! She'd spun to face me and her knuckles landed in my
face. God she was fast. I looked up to see that she was watching eagle eyed,
swaying back and forth slightly with her fists raised. Her taut abs and the V
shaped line across her hips turned me on despite the danger.

Before I could react a fabulous long leg flashed up and kicked me hard under
my jaw "Hai!" BAM!. "Hai!" BLAM! Knuckles shot into my face. I felt my nose
bleed. "Hai!" she span around fast, I caught a glimpse of a hard ribbed
stomach and bare boobs before a long leg powered a foot around the side of my
head KERBLAM!. "Hai!" BAM! "Orrrrrph!" a foot came out of nowhere and buried
itself in my gut. As I creased forwards, the hard faced woman grabbed my head
and pulled it under her arm against her sensationally fit body so I was
looking out at her small tight backside. No! Her leg snapped back at the knee
kicking her foot up into my trapped face BAM!

She pulled my head up with both hands then pressed it between her glorious
cleavage. "Mmmm mmm!" she rubbed my face against her big rounded wobbly
breasts. Resting my face between them looking up through the centre of the
perfect mounds she looked down at me. "That's so you remember that you are
being slowly annihilated by a woman, Mister Priest. A 73 year old woman with a
hot body in perfect shape" she boasted. She pressed my head down below her
breasts and rubbed my face over her incredible abs. "Mmmm mmm!" I couldn't
help kissing them as my face ran over her ribbed stomach. She pulled my head
back up through her breasts until I am looking close up into her face. "You
enjoyed that, Mister Priest" her wide thick lipped mouth smiled but not
pleasantly. "Well you won't enjoy this". BLAM! Her fist hammered an upper cut
right beneath my jaw whipping my head back so hard that it nearly knocked me
out.

I staggered back not ready for the devastating rapid onslaught that followed.
"Hai!" BLAM! Front kick to the face. "Hai!" BLAM! Roundhouse kick to the side
of my head. Her hard abs and fit naked body glistened under a sheen of
perspiration. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! She was battering me so senseless that I
no longer what was going on. It hurt badly but it got to a point when I knew I
was beaten by an old cougar with a hot fit naked body and somehow that gave me
a rapidly stiffening boner that only got stiffer as the beating went on. BLAM!
BLAM! BLAM! A glimpse of firm sinewy slender arm as it drove a fist deep into
my gut. BLAM! "Orrrrghh!". A great pair of breasts and a six pack slender
stomach before a long leg rose and blasted my head back with a jaw wrenching
kick. I was so battered and dazed that I could barely stand. A fit naked
female body leapt into the air before my eyes. Her pussy came level with my
face then a leg snapped towards my face. "Kah!" BERLAM. It was like an
explosion had gone off in my face and I barely remembered my back hitting the
floor.

My badly aching and battered head was lifted from the floor. A hard looking
stern but sultry face filled my vision oozing seduction despite the fine lines
and looking victorious. "You didn't stand a chance, Mister Priest" her wide
thick lipped mouth said. "And now the victor takes her prize". The face came
closer and pressed her lips against mine roughly, her tongue slipping in and
overpowering mine. She sat in my lap and pressed my face against her breast
and I licked it and sucked her nipple. "Orrrr!" I moaned as she plunged my
dick inside her and began riding. BAM BAM BAM the abs rippled in her stomach
as she rode up and down on my shaft. "Keep it up Mister Priest. We've a long
night ahead" she purred. Her body is so slim and firm that it's hard to
believe I'm being ridden by a 73 year old. Her taut rippling abs drive me wild
as they dance sensuously as she rides. BAM BAM BAM BAM she rides me in a
steady rhythm and I hear quite moans of contentment. I realise that I am
lasting much longer than the last time she took me. She makes me feel like a
porn star as our love making continues while she slowly increases the tempo.
"Ohhhh!" she moans and the pace increases dramatically. "Mmm oh yes they were
right about that too" she moaned as she went into a frenzy. I can barely keep
up with her and as soon as she begins to climax, I lose it as she rides out a
noisy orgasm.

We both lie back for a while, neither speaking, just resting when her phone
rings. She gets up with a sigh to answer it. "Can't you deal with it? I'm a
bit busy at the moment" she snapped. "I would have thought he'd learnt his
lesson after I visited his room early" her eyes glanced at mine and I realised
who the 'air conditioning' was that she had been sorting out in the next room
to mine. "Oh very well I'll be at reception in a moment to sort him out". She
put down the phone with an annoyed tut.

Grabbing her business suit dress and blouse from a hanger on the back of the
door, I watched the splendid body as she began to hurriedly put on the blouse
over her naked torso. "I have some business to attend to Mister Priest but I
will be back very shortly" she told me then pulled her smart black skirt over
her bare legs and crotch. She approaches me, but I was to battered and shagged
out to move. Leaning over she gave me a big long kiss that gave me the
beginnings of another boner. She smiled "I'll sort that out when I get back.
Believe me; I can go the whole night through and woe betides any man who can't
keep up". With another long tongue lick up the side of my face she hurried out
of the door carrying her jacket, only pausing to slip on her shoes.

I heard the door lock from the outside. My aching and shagged out body wants
to rest but there was no way I was going to stay until she got back. Dragging
myself to my feet I look around and located my clothing and quickly put them
back on. That's when I spotted her mobile phone on the table which in her
hurry she had left. Picking it up, I found that it was not locked and quickly
located the calling list. The last call she had made was shown as 'Helen'.
Selecting 'details', I noted down the number then replaced the phone. I went
into the other rooms but the only door was the one that Kate had left through
and locked. Looking out of the main living room window, I felt relief to see
that we were on the ground floor. Opening the window I felt dismay. There was
no way I was going to squeeze my body through that. Then I spotted the safety
catch, designed so that the occupant can escape in case of fire. Pressing the
catch, the window swung out nearly horizontal giving enough room for my
protesting body to get through with some difficulty. Thankfully it was only a
short drop. I quickly went around to the side entrance back into the hotel and
rushed back to my room, nervously peeking around the corners to make sure the
old cougar wasn't waiting for me. Hurriedly, I packed my stuff and departed
the same way. I would phone up the hotel later and settle my bill over the
phone. There was no way that I was going to risk getting caught by the deadly
woman at reception. I hurried to my car, dumped my stuff in the boot and drove
off thinking about the close shave I had just had and wondering what I should
do next.

**a few years ago**

Raj sat in his HR manager's office. He was a well fed middle aged man with
greying hair and what he thought of as a dashing moustache. The swirl of the
ceiling fan providing small relief in the muggy Mumbai heat. He pressed a
button on the intercom and spoke "Send in the next applicant". An attractive
young thing entered the room, closing the door behind her.

She was a slim petite thing, around 5 feet 2 inches with long luxurious black
hair which fell down her back. An elegant red sari with gold trim clung to
pleasing contours and suggested a large bust for such a slim frame and a
nicely rounded backside. She was certainly prettier than the usual dogs that
he saw, with a wide pleasing rounded face with high cheekbones enhanced by a
small beauty spot on her left cheek. Her eyes were quite large with deep brown
irises and thick black lashes. Above these sat thin nearly straight black
eyebrows. Below the eyes, it almost looked as if she had bags but this gave
her a sort of sleepy come to bed appeal. The nose was pleasantly slim with a
moderate full lipped mouth. Unlike many local girls he saw she had very good
skin complexion with no blemishes or spots. Altogether she had a rather
elegant look of young sophisticated beauty. Very nice indeed Raj thought as he
glanced down at her CV.

A Guajarati he read. Come to the big city to seek her fortune no doubt.
"Nandra Ghandi. You have just left University which makes you overqualified
for the roles we have for women" he stated. "What about your job?" she replied
in a soft deep voice that stirred the cockles of his heart. She had a husky
seductive voice for one so young. "Ha,ha" he laughed "Not until I retire or
die, and that will be for some time yet, I'm sorry to disappoint you"
strangely she did not even smile at his response. He went back to the CV "No
experience. Tell me why Tota should employ you?" he asked.

Raj studied the contours of the young woman sitting on the opposite side of
his desk. The way the sari thrust forward from her firm flat bare midriff was
eye-catching. She certainly had a big bosom on her small frame. "I am Brahmin
(upper caste). You are Dalit (Scheduled Caste)" was her reply. "Miss. Gandhi,
There is no social exclusion or favouritism at Tota" he said aghast. Raj stood
up and walked towards her chair and around it as if pondering. "What talents
can you show me that will convince me of your merits" he said, taking a good
look down her cleavage. The deep crevice between her young firm breasts
indicated that this dusky beauty was ripe for picking.

Nandra's full mouth widened in a sensual smile of promise as her long delicate
fingers unbuttoned her choli. Raj's mouth went dry as she opened the short
sleeved blouse to reveal large perfectly formed breasts. "Oh you indeed have
talent" Raj moaned, his lingam hardening as he reached forward and cupped the
young firm breasts. They were soft and heavy in his hands. "Is this what you
want me to do for you?" She asked coyly. He hungrily kissed her sensual full
lips. "Oh yes" he moaned.

Raj kissed the girl with increasing fervour and rising lust. He tugged at her
sari skirt but she wouldn't lift it. Kissing him demurely but hotly she drove
him wild. "Do I get the job?" she whispered in his ear with her soft husky
voice that drove him crazy. "Oh yes" he moaned, his lingam absolutely rigid.
She cupped her large breasts and he willing kissed and fondled them. "Then
sign the papers and make it official" she told him. "Orrrhh" he moaned with
desire. "Orrh! I'll do it later, just let me inside you" he moaned kissing and
caressing her body. "No, you will do it now. What sort of girl do you think I
am" she chuckled in her deep seductive voice. A girl who is going to get a
good seeing to he thought to himself.

She brought her mouth to his ear. "Sign" she whispered before licking it. The
warm wet sensations of her tongue around his ear nearly made him cum
prematurely. "Yes, Yes" he agreed eager to get inside and enjoy taking the
young woman's body. Hurriedly he filled in the form then stamped it. "There it
is done" he said looking hungrily at her bare breasts against the red strip of
material over her shoulder and wrapped around her waist. "It is official?" she
asked. "Yes" he replied.

The young beauty stood up and slid the end of her sari from her shoulders and
undraped it from her waist. "Orrrg!" Raj moaned with badly aching lust. With
her torso bare he could see what a hot body she had. Her arms and shoulders
were slim but looked very fit and healthy. The flat firm stomach fuelled his
lust although he didn't note the fine grid work of her abdominal muscles. She
approached him walking sensuously then placed a hand gently on the front of
his shoulder. "Are you hard?" She whispered seductively. "Oh yes" he moaned

"Hai!" her unexpected yell made him jump. BLAM! Her foot blasted his nuts so
hard he felt them break. "Hai!" she shouted again as the hem of her sari flew
up and her foot hammered his upper thigh. "Arghh!" he cried as his thighbone
broke. Raj looked up in shock at the cold emotionless gaze of the young beauty
as she raised her hand. "Hai!" The side of her hand flashed down in a blur.
"Argh!" he cried as he felt his collarbone break. He looked at in terror with
the piss running down his leg as the hot bodied beauty adopted a fighting
stance. She was so desirable yet so terrifying that he wept openly.

KEEEHAI! Nandra spun around, her sari lifting high as her leg kicked out with
such brutal force that his head jerked unnaturally as she snapped his skull
from his neck. He was dead long before his body smashed into the floor.

Showing no emotion, Nandra calmly picked up her choli and put it back on then
adjusted her Sari before walking over to the desk and taking her seat.
Pressing a button on the intercom she instructed "There is some trash in my
office that needs to be removed. Now".